A/N: This isnt about reincarnation, but it is similure to a poem I have posted called "Faces of a Hero" if you liked that one, you should like this. It's about how we're all really the same in the end, and we're all really peices of others.

You're a knight with a sword
Hanging at your side
With your helm and shining armor
Heroics simmering inside

You're a bard with a harp
Hanging at your side
You bow and touch your toes
To show you have no pride

You're a princess with a crown
Placed upon your head
You're beautiful and pure
But you wish that you were dead

You're a sorcerer these days
With your staff and magic dust
Looking to the future
When your beard still smells of must

You're a fifteen year old girl
But still are all of these
And when you're dreaming of the past
Remember them

please